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The Messenger

Intermittent rain drops fell, and where winter’s thick white blanket once covered the ground, wilted dull blades of grass withstood the poking and prodding of spastic squirrels searching for buried treasure. The garden beds were littered with discarded and decaying branches. Scattered rusted relics, once supple and green, gathered in and around stubborn skeletal stalks of perennial plants, providing complimentary insulation through the cold winter months. The only…… Continue reading The Messenger

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Frozen in time

  I was about eight years old and my younger sister around three when we were frozen in time on an old wooden bench on a cool summer’s day in 1972. Undoubtedly we had just been running up and down the silvery planks of the boardwalk just moments before this photo was taken. Mom or Dad must have called our names, “Kathy, Lynda, . . ., look…… Continue reading Frozen in time